！！！ I'll go, why is this kid so ignorant!

At this moment, Gu Mo'an's heart was broken, and he smiled dryly: "Yes, yes, look at my memory!" I forgot about such an important thing. ”

"It's useless to say, you need to take practical action, if you think your star lord's face is dirty, then I'll come for you." Wukong looked at Gu Mo'an lightly and said. As he spoke, he reached out to dip the pot ashes

"No, no, no, what's so embarrassing? This kind of thing doesn't bother Brother Rain, Mo An can come by himself. When Gu Mo'an heard this, he hurriedly grabbed the fog and said with a dry smile.

had to sleep, Wukong's sentence stunned Gu Mo'an's cold personality into a slave who looked at his face.

"Okay, Brother Mo'an, please!" Kisaka said with a gesture of please.

Gu Mo'an couldn't help but swallow his saliva, looked at the pitch-black and shiny pot, and finally stretched out his white fingers, wiped the four fingers except his little thumb on the thick layer of pot ash, and then trembled and walked towards the star god.

Gu Mo'an was very scared, his arm was gone, and there was no return.

"Star Lord, I have conceded...

Xu saw what Gu Mo'an was thinking, Xingshen leaned his face forward, and when he landed, a handsome face was just like that.

Xu is Gu Mo'an knew the intention of the star god and wanted to dodge, but he didn't expect to wipe the left side of the star god's face without dodging, causing half of the star god's face to have three more beards, and a dot on his nose, half of the flower cat face.

Fog Sky: Fortunately, I didn't pretend to be dumb before, otherwise I would have lost at this time.

Flower God: It would be great if you had a mobile phone at this time, show it to Qin Shen, and it is estimated that you will be able to see the wonderful scene of Qin Shen's scaring people by then! Hey, what's going on with this inexplicable expectation? . . .

Star God: What kind of eyes do you have, and I am still wrong?

Gu Mo'an: !! ∑(°Д°ノ)ノYoung! It's over, it's over, my hands are going to be chopped off!

Looking at the performance of this goods, Xingshen silently took out a mirror from the space ring to look at it, was silent for a while, and silently reached out and dipped the pot ash and smeared the other side with three black bars. Xingshen took the mirror and looked at it, and finally said lightly:

"Good looks are willful, don't be afraid!"

Foggy Sky: ...... I really want to beat this guy, I owe it too much.

Flora: This product has changed its place and even changed its festival? This character is wrong! It wasn't meant to be like this!

Star God: ...... What's wrong with you guys, isn't it pretty?

Gu Mo'an: Star Lord, does this mean that you don't care?

Anyway, I don't know why, but Gu Mo'an can finally breathe a sigh of relief silently. Gu Mo'an looked back at the foggy sky, finally recovered his original cold personality, and smiled lightly at the foggy sky: "Brother Rain, it's okay now."

"Of course, I've already figured out what I'm going to draw on your face while you're grinding it just now."

"Don't say it's too dead, it's hard to say when the time comes." Gu Mo'an smiled faintly.

"Huh."

"Rock, scissors, paper!"

Gu Mo'an VS Wukong, Rock VS Scissors.

Under Gu Mo'an's shocked eyes, Wukong made a gesture and said indifferently: "Brother Mo'an, concede!"

Under Gu Mo'an's disbelieving and gloomy expression, Wukong lightly stretched out his right index finger and dipped it in a thick layer of pot ash on Gu Mo'an's face, then drew a circle,......, and finally nodded two faces. Succeed with flying colors!

At the end, Wukong looked at his masterpiece, put down his hand with satisfaction, and said again: "Accept."

Seeing that the fog had been grinding for so long, the god of flowers and the god of stars were very curious. After the foggy sky was finished, the two couldn't wait to come over and stare at Gu Mo'an's handsome face, which was no longer good-looking.

Hanajin: Fog Sky is a bit ruthless.

Xingshen: The idea is good, it's much uglier than mine.

Kisagi: I call you Ink.

Gu Mo'an: This familiar brushwork...

In the end, Xingshen handed Gu Mo'an his mirror with a comforting expression.

Gu Mo'an thanked him, but looked in the mirror.

！！！！！！！ I'm tired!

Wukong said lightly: "No thanks."

Saw

A bright, generous, or flipped turtle vividly struggled on Gu Mo'an's face.

Rain God, you bastard, Lao Tzu is not finished with you!